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Delighted empty nester, transplanted Yankee who loves anything with a monogram on it, skin-care/make-up enthusiast (which includes but not limited to: long bubble baths, masking, massage therapy and power napping). Avid bruncher. Amateur historian and genealogist, all-around nerd. Short and sassy, loyal, funny, slightly sarcastic, practically blind, loves to read, travel, and spend time with family and friends. Still madly in love with (and married to) my high school sweetheart. Drink of choice is a margarita or a Moscow mule.

"Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief that she is beautiful." -- Sophia Loren

"I don't understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little - if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that's the day she has a date with destiny. And it's best to be as pretty as possible for destiny." -- Coco Chanel

"I like to have a martini, two at the very most. After three I'm under the table, after four I'm under my host." -- Dorothy Parker

"Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm, as you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help yourself, the second is to help others." -- Audrey Hepburn

"There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them." -- Sylvia Plath

“Life is too important to be taken seriously.” – Oscar Wilde

If people are truly, madly, deeply in love with each other, they will find a way.~Gilda Radner

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Can You Actually Die from Embarrassment???

The dance team was supposed to have a practice w/ the band today on the field in preparation for Friday's season opener. However, practice was cut short and moved inside due to all the Fay rain we've rec'd. KJ and I got to the high school a few minutes early and were able to catch the dance team practicing their "pre-game prancing" (Chris & I make neighing horse noises when she does it in the house). So, being the smart-ass mother that I am and KJ being the equally annoying little sister that she is, we decided to honk the horn like morons and yell "Go T-Bone" as the dance team pranced around the parking lot. Didn't go over to well with T. She was shooting daggers out the corners of her eyes (but she never missed a beat!) and the minute she got in the car she yelled, "PLEASE DON'T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN." Just doing my best to keep it real for my home-girl.

4 comments:

my mom drove a station wagon, blue with wood sides...at christmas time she had a wreath on the front grill and as a freshmen to be picked up by mom is bad enough but when she is honking her decorated wagon waving and shouting your name it is harder and to make it worse I always had to crawl in the back b/c she picked up my bros first.....that meant as we drove away from school I was watching the stares and laughes as we drove away.....but I survived!

omg, i am laughing so hard at valerie's post! haha. kate would have seriously DIED! i am picture you honking your horn and cheering for her. that is hysterical. love that you're keeping it real.

I'm also laughing at the visual of Shawn being picked up from school with her younger brothers in the big ole station wagon embellished with a Christmas wreath. You know, she is totally going to have one of those when she picks her girls up from school and I think a little greenery on the luggage rack would be nice too. haha. isn't it fun being a parent?